Before I Had It So Good…

I’m in a lazy state of mind but the strong coffee from the convenience store around the corner is keeping me wired and interested in the article I’m reading. It’s about a new sykscraper that going up downtown. It’s supposed to be completed in a few years. By then I’ll be gone from here, and I as I wandered back into the comfort of that nice memory a bike messenger hit me, completely blindsided me from the right. As I got up and dusted myself off I outstretched my hand to what appeared to be a beautiful girl, one which had flown right into me spilling my strong coffee all over the sidewalk. After some customary concerns and pleasantries were exchanged she invited me out for some drinks later that night, at a bar across the river. I was twenty minuted early, but I wanted to get a couple of seats at a small table so I could hear what she was saying to me. Simply put, my hearing ain’t so good, but I am a good listener, if I can hear what’s being said to me. Anyway, three beers later in walks my girl, in the hottest outfit I’ve seen since I left Cali. She had a tight white t-shirt on with a picture of the band ‘The Runaways’ on it, I don’t remember anything else, except it’s a week later and she’s moved in with me. Nighttime is quiet now. We keep the widows open to feel the cool breeze and listen to the street four stories below. We talk a lot, but sometimes not at all. Behind everything though, each calm day and long quiet night a ghost hangs silently over me like a canopy in the desert. Somehow I lost the ability to enjoy good fortune. So quickly so soon after the last situation, which I have thoughts about still, thoughts that make my heart race. I can handle new love, I must, because to lose this girl so special and now, I can’t do that. I’ll bear these memories and this time for now. Keep my focus on what’s before me. Not on what came before I had it so good…